The sadistic beauty has taken a fancy to me [Transmigration Book]

When Zhu Jiuci returned to the Duke's Mansion from the school grounds, Liang Zhaoge and Pingting were standing behind the relief screen waiting for him, Mo Qingshui clothes swayed slightly, fingertips folded in front of him.

"Are you thirsty?" Liang Zhaoge was still elegant as usual, walking over lightly and brushing the brim of his hat with his hand, pushing away the snow fluff that blocked his sight.

Zhu Jiuci shook his head and followed him back to Xiyuan.

The translation written by Bu Juan and Liang Zhaoge has been handed over to Duke Guo. Zhu Jiuci has never seen his serious face. Behind him is the dark school ground, and the roar of the soldiers pierces the boundless night. , Yellow sand blows up with the wind and fills the mouth and nose.These formations that usually make him tremble with fear, now allow him to find a rare comfort in the dark night.

The soldiers of the Northern Guo State never let up. They built an indestructible barrier, and the monarch standing on the high wall understood the principle of being prepared for danger in times of peace 20 years ago.

In the past 20 years, the capital has indeed indulged in pleasure and luxury, and the Marquis' family bells are ringing for food. I don't know how many people are addicted to the soft and crispy arms of drunkenness and death and refuse to wake up. Behind them is the figure of an unknown soldier who has never left the battlefield.

Zhu Jiuci left the school grounds full of thoughts, the Duke's wife called him, and gently pressed the dusty fingertips on the top of his head, "Good boy."

Liang Zhaoge handed him tea, and the lingering fragrance of the tea brought back Zhu Jiuci's thoughts. He took the teacup, pressed the warm rim of the cup to his lips, and forgot to drink it.Liang Zhaoge turned around and sat in the carved armchair beside him, propping his chin to look at him. The white jade bracelet on his wrist slipped down and hit the old elm table with a crisp sound. The jade was clear and bright, but its owner didn't care much.

Zhu Jiuci put down the teacup and stared at Liang Zhaoge. The beauty's face was fair and blushed, and her eyes were shining brightly. She seemed more beautiful than usual. Perhaps his worries were unnecessary.It was already bright outside the window, and a few birds flew past with fluttering wings, and there were a few clear chirping sounds from behind the distant eaves.He finally couldn't help but say, "Zhaoge...is he alright?"

Liang Zhaoge laughed: "Why do you ask me such a question?"

Zhu Jiuci doesn't know what to say, since Liang Zhaoge is a member of the Southern Xinjiang tribe, and now it is announced in the scroll, isn't it true that his close relatives were also 15 years ago...

Liang Zhaoge picked up the teapot, lifted his fingertips lightly, and the clear tea drew a graceful arc and poured into the cup, making a small whirl in the center surrounded by jade, he said slowly: "Young master is here Worried about Zhaoge?"

He put down the teapot, and pushed the cup over with his fingertips: "Don't worry, little father-in-law, Zhaoge is fine. I was too young to remember clearly."

Zhu Jiuci frowned, removed the teacup and grabbed the back of his hand and said, "Are you really all right?"

Even if he couldn't remember clearly, that was his real home, where his blood relatives and clansmen lived.For him, Beiguo State is a foreign land after all.

Liang Zhaoge smiled and broke away his hands and said angrily, "Since when did the young master become such a mother-in-law?" He picked up a few scrolls of calligraphy and painting and got up, "It's really all right!"

Zhu Jiuci sighed, drank his tea, and believed Liang Zhaoge's words.

During the day, Qu Jinghong hurried over, and went to the Duke's study with Liang Zhaoge for a long time to discuss secretly. The Duke had already entered the palace secretly to meet the saint, and the wife of the Duke stayed in the school grounds to hide from everyone's eyes.

About an hour and a half passed, Qu Jinghong left with his sword in his hand, just like when he came, he came and went without a trace, and disappeared outside the small door in a blink of an eye.

Zhu Jiuci looked at the hazy sky and was worried. It was clearly the same sky as yesterday, but the situation had changed overnight and the undercurrent was surging.

When Liang Zhaoge came back, his face was a little heavy. Seeing Zhu Jiuci looking at him, he quickly suppressed his expression and walked over.

"Why didn't the young man take a break?" He led Zhu Jiuci to the bed, "I didn't sleep last night, and I didn't catch up on sleep during the day."

Zhu Jiuci lay down and turned up again. He grabbed Liang Zhaoge's sleeve: "Is there going to be a war?"

Liang Zhaoge knocked on his forehead without any effort, Zhu Jiuci cried out in pain, Liang Zhaoge sighed and rubbed for him again.

"Little Grandpa wants to think about these endless things, why not talk to Duke Zhou while sleepwalking."

Zhu Jiuci was pressed to lie down again by him, and he wanted to turn over again, but seeing Liang Zhaoge's wink, he had to lie down obediently.

"It's fine if you don't," he said.

Liang Zhaoge tucked the quilt up for him: "It's not something the young man should worry about, so sleep well."

Zhu Jiuci closed his eyes, and after half a moment he heard a rustling sound, and opened his eyes in panic, Liang Zhaoge had already walked around the screen and left.

"Where are you going?" Zhu Jiuci called him.

Liang Zhaoge turned around and said helplessly, "Young Master, you don't have enough dreams by yourself, why do you still want to force others to watch jealously?"

Zhu Jiuci blushed, "No...just, don't go."

Liang Zhaoge said: "I'm not leaving, I just forgot the Hongfu pastry that General Qu brought you, I left in a hurry and left in the study."

He came back gently, leaned over and touched Zhu Jiuci's head: "The lady of the country entrusted the little general to bring it back. I'm going to get it for you. You can eat it when you wake up."

Zhu Jiuci nodded and retracted the quilt.

Liang Zhaoge smiled and walked away.

"Greedy cat."

Zhu Jiuci watched Liang Zhaoge's figure disappear behind the screen, the wooden door slammed lightly, and the small room fell into dead silence, and the silver bone charcoal crackled occasionally, and the sound was really obvious.

He grabbed the quilt and couldn't fall asleep. If it was true as Liang Zhaoge said, don't worry, how could he be so flustered that he forgot the little general's pastry? .

If it weren't for that dream, Zhu Jiuci might have eaten cakes heartlessly and waited for the outside world to stop, but now that he has seen depression and decline, he can no longer pretend that he is an ignorant child and wait for others to protect him with a thick face.

He slept with his face covered for a while, the charcoal fire was really hot, he couldn't stand the sultry heat of the silk and satin, so he suddenly threw up the blanket.

Liang Zhaoge hasn't come back for a long time, so it doesn't take so long to get the cakes!The distance from Xiyuan to the study is only two courtyards, even a toddler should come back.

Zhu Jiuci jumped off the ground uneasy, kicked a pair of soft boots and ran out.

After passing through the Chuihua Gate, and running along the Chaoshou verandah, there are three or two servants sweeping snow in the bamboo garden, with smiles on their faces, still immersed in the joy of the auspicious snow year.

He glanced and ran away, and the old servants behind him smiled and asked him to slow down.

He ran all the way to the front garden, couldn't wait to cross the long corridor, put his hands over the beauty chair in the corridor, ran straight to the front of the study, knocked heavily on the door, and broke in without waiting for a response from inside.

The study was quiet and silent. Liang Zhaoge stood in the center of the study and looked sideways. A servant was lying on the ground beside his feet. His face was pale, and he seemed to have passed out.

Zhu Jiuci stepped forward quickly: "What's the matter, why did the person faint?" He knelt down to help him, but Liang Zhaoge grabbed him, "Dead."

Zhu Jiuci backed away in panic, staggering on his feet, and took a closer look. The servant's face was swollen, his eyelids were turned out, his lips were abnormally purple-black, and his yellow teeth were half exposed. Suddenly, his vision was blocked, and Liang Zhaoge stood in front of him. He raised his wide sleeves to prevent him from looking.

"You shouldn't let the young man see it." Liang Zhaoge frowned.

Zhu Jiuci grabbed his arm and groped up and down: "Is Zhaoge injured? What's going on?"

Liang Zhaoge dragged him to the desk. There was a fingertip-sized speck of undetectable powder scattered on the corner of the old lacquered wooden table. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't be able to find it. Even if you looked carefully, it would just be regarded as dust.

"This is……?"

"He was sneaky just now, and his hands were shaking." Liang Zhaoge looked at the servants on the ground.

"Poisoning?" Zhu Jiuci was shocked.

"I don't know." Liang Zhaoge shook his head.

When he came, he heard a slight noise in the room. He didn't notice anything at first, but he paid more attention and stopped outside. When he realized something was wrong, he opened the door and saw the servant's sneaky movements. The man was extremely guilty and fled in a panic. The powder in his hand scattered Seeing that he had no choice but to escape, he suddenly gritted his teeth and committed suicide by poisoning himself.

Zhu Jiuci calmed down, bent over to look at the servant's face, "New here?"

Liang Zhaoge nodded.

Zhu Jiuci called the doctor and the old housekeeper to guard the man in the study, and at the same time sent a letter to Jiang Chengzi.When this kind of thing happened at this juncture, it was impossible to ask the official to handle it in the usual way. Jiang Chengzi was well-informed and could offer some ideas here.

In the afternoon, Zhu Jiuci quietly went to the ancestral hall. The new servants were still copying scriptures, except for one person who was lying in the study.

He looked at the list of servants, all of them came in through the regular way that the Duke's Mansion has been buying servants for many years, and Uncle Li for this transaction is also a decades-old friendship, so there is no problem.

Jiang Chengzi took the servant to conduct an inspection. The servant did not leave any identity characteristics. The poison in his teeth was also the poison used by ordinary killers that can kill instantly. Colorless and odorless poison.

Zhu Jiuci looked at the thin paper in his hand, feeling terrified.

The strong medicine entered the marrow, the five poisons eroded, the internal organs and spleen were burned, coughing up blood was scorching hot, the face looked like death, and he died suddenly within ten days.

In the dream, the Duke, Mrs. Duke, and the little Duke, aren’t they...

I suddenly remembered the day when the torrential rain fell, the new servants entered the hospital wearing coir raincoats, and the leader stood under the eaves to give lectures. They all lowered their eyebrows and were pleasing to the eye.

Panic.

If he hadn't casually sent his servants to the ancestral hall to copy the scriptures that day, wouldn't that servant have succeeded long ago, and he didn't have to wait until the Duke is not here today...

He suddenly felt a little scared, almost going to repeat the same mistakes.

The white mourning in the dream is still clearly visible, the depressed and defeated Duke's Mansion, the cries in the rainstorm, the indifference of the streets, and the restlessness of that person.

Zhu Jiuci felt chills all over his body, and his heart was clenched in extreme fear. The scene in the dream almost broke through the shackles and rushed into reality. He almost fell into the nightmare of the original book uncontrollably, unable to struggle in the terrible ending .

Who is going to harm the government of the country?

"Young master?" Liang Zhaoge sent Jiang Chengzi back, frowning and holding onto his sleeve.

Zhu Jiuci couldn't help trembling, turned around and hugged Liang Zhaoge, buried his face in front of him, "What should I do..."

"You can always find it." Liang Zhaoge stroked Zhu Jiuci's temples and gently rubbed them.

"I'll accompany you."